Yesterday Rob and I ventured down to the basement to de-clutter. Turns out that I don't have much clutter. Boxes stored away in the basement and unlabelled is the kind of thing that keeps me up at night. What is in those boxes? If I can't remember what a box contains, do I really need to own any of its contents? I think it came from years of not knowing if we would be transferred and would have to move our worldly belongings. Not that we ever did end up moving much. I live by this mantra!
I also learned that I have a bunch of other people's junk in my house. The girls! Three boxes of college text books belonging to Lisa and three boxes of childhood memories will be dropped off when next we meet. We found three boxes of Diane's childhood memories which will be delivered as a house warming gift as soon as her and Eric's house is built. Don't even get me started on golf clubs, snowboards and tires that live in our garage and don't belong to us. Do they ever truly leave home? ;)
Today I'm into the kitchen. Suddenly everything needs a home urgently. I re-purposed this scrappy supply jar.
Lastly, in the interest of all things clean around here, the girlies went for a grooming this morning. Now they are recovering together. haha